It's a great and hilarious thing when your brain gives up on you. Suddenly everything you do and think feels very muddy and thick. Today I apparently left my grace and "smoothness" at home, because I nearly killed myself three times in one hour today. Can you blame me? This week has been rough. Rough barely defines it, it's been exhausting. Familial happenings, final inspection after moving, upcoming birthday party for a sweet boy (oh god I haven't started his gift yet why do I do this to myself), unpacking, many many missing people at work.
Some time I'd like stress-free week. No?
As a great philosopher once said: "im can dream"